Chapter 43: It Took Ray-Ray a Couple of Days...

It took Ray-Ray a couple of days to edit the Contrary Mary video down to a manageable size. A little under three minutes. The Calendar Girls were delighted. As they had been with the town’s reaction. They’d received calls from friends who had seen the amateur clips that the viewers had shot. They’d also been texted, e-mailed, stopped in the street.

It was heady, exhilarating. Oh, no doubt there were some critics, some pursed-lipped prudes, but so far all of the comments had been ringingly supportive.

One woman called them the Naughty Nudes and the moniker caught on. ‘Naughty’ implied a certain impish, almost innocent bit of mischief. “Nudes’ didn’t imply anything, but it was a most apt descriptor.

The next time Kate gathered them at Contrary Mary’s, they undressed automatically, without even thinking about it. This time the atmosphere was the most relaxed it had ever been. The mood was almost celebratory after their dance triumph.

Some of them had been a bit tipsy, but all of them remembered hugging other naked girls, sweaty body pressed against sweaty body, as they swayed softly to Cajun Waltz, Cherokee Waltz, Jolie Petite Blonde and the like.

As they traded partners, they also remembered the smiling crowds of people, friendly and encouraging, who milled around, taping close-ups of each of them,

It had been one thing in Cunts Corner with only Joe-Joe Lafayette taping them. Or, even the more recent sessions with Ray-Ray.

But out there on that public deck, with all of those Contrary Mary customers ... just right there. Whoa, that had been a blast!

So now, back in the private room, with their fellow combatants ... well, it would seem almost unnatural not to be naked. And, having been in such an intimate scene, it seemed not at all unusual to check each other out. A C-section here, a rare boob job there. A taut butt, or a little cottage cheese. And the pussies — so open, so varied, so ... intriguing.

Kate let them enjoy their moment of glory as Darlene kept the drinks flowing. Kate was pleased with their banter, their easy familiarity with each other. And, this blossoming friendship, the bonding, was part of Kate’s plan. As things escalated and became more sexually explicit, the fact that they were experiencing everything together should make it easier for them to accept each new level.

And that was Kate’s experience too. She’d hired, trained, pushed, exploited, girls for almost 20 years. She knew what worked; how to deal with their innermost fears, insecurities, and hidden desires.

With the Calendar Girls, she was dealing with an older, more mature group. All of them married, each of them with kids. In their case, financial hardship wasn’t a motivator. Kate would appeal to their natural self-doubts about middle-age appearances. Of their latent and suppressed sex drives. Of their teenage memories. Of their desire, relief, and appreciation of being seen as sexy, as, frankly, fuckable.

Yes, Kate had several leverage points to use on this already-pleased group of women. That first group session had gone even better than Kate had hoped for. Time to step it up another notch.

Around nine, Kate took the floor, “Alright, Girls, the next group photograph will be this Saturday morning. Be at Sausalito Elementary at six. We’ll meet in the auditorium.”

“Is that where Ray-Ray will tape us?”

“No, dear — all the shoots will be outdoors. Wendy’s girls will do your hair and makeup and pussies — then we head to the playground.”

No one thought to question the edict. Saturday morning; school would be out, no underage kids around. Two of the Calendar Girls had children at Sausalito Elementary, and even they weren’t concerned.

Game time. It did feel a little odd to be up there on the stage, all lit up, with the audience area dark. But Wendy’s team was there, and they began working right away.

By 7:30 or so, the naked girls were walking down a long, tiled hallway that led to the playground. About half of them had attended school there 20-some years ago. They felt a special naughtiness.

Once out in the bright sunlight, they instantly saw the new swing sets. Originally, there had been two sets with three swings each. Now ... two more sets for a total of twelve swings.

Some of the Girls, like Linda and Sissy, caught on right away. Others ... it took a while to sink in.

Ray-Ray began by rotating them through the monkey bars, slides, and teeter-totters. There was a lot of laughter and teasing. A crowd had started to gather, but Rémy had three police cars with six patrol officers to keep the bystanders at bay.

Darlene was there with an ice cooler full of water bottles.

Ray-Ray, “All right, Girls, on the swings. Money shot.”

They sat down, some tentatively because the rubber-strap seat was so low. Each one instinctively grabbed the chains that held up her seat, muscle memory from years and years ago. They squinted into the sun, looking up to Ray-Ray for directions.

He said, “Okay, Girls, pull your feet up by your butt.”

Even the slowest of them realized what he wanted. Sissy called out, “Go Beavers!”

A couple of women glanced about, but saw their neighbors following instructions, so ... they did too.

Ray-Ray shot the group of them, then did a quick video burst. “Looking good, looking real good.” He looked up for a moment, “Spread your knees, Mrs. Boudreaux. You too, Mrs.Couture. Good, good, good.”

He walked to the end of the line to shoot and tape each individual one. By now they were docile or bemused or even a little titillated. He complimented each one, murmured encouragement, and made minor adjustments.

“Sit up straighter, Mrs. Auclair — you got beautiful tits, stick ‘em out, loud and proud.”

When he had captured each of them individually, he stepped back and climbed to the top of a facing slide. By now the crowd had grown to several dozen. Twenty or so boys were pedaling furiously from a couple of blocks away.

He checked his camera — good to go. “Okay, Girls, kick-off, let’s see how high you can go.”

Darlene pushed some of them from behind, helping them get into a rhythm. Soon all of them were swooping up and back, unleashing innocent memories, playground memories, recess memories. They were laughing joyously, calling back and forth, whooping it up. For a moment, their nudity was forgotten, the crowd had melted away, Ray-Ray wasn’t directing them.

Then he was. “Come on, girls, you know what I want to see. Spread those thighs for me. See how high you can kick your heels. Let it go, let it all out!”

“Look at Mrs. Fontaine — she’s got her feet around the chains. That’s what I want to see!”

Like the slow Cajun waltz, the high-swinging Calendar Girls became an instant icon. The first shoot had been with dance couples locked in a sweaty, sensuous embrace. The next was with gleeful grins as their bald pussies were spotlighted on grade-school swings.

And this was only the second of twelve group shots.

Paulie Dubois astonished Fifi. He had, unknown to her, set his alarm for 5:30 in the morning. This time he hustled her into the shower and back into his bed. As he slid two pillows under her butt, her heart started racing. She didn’t say anything, afraid to break the spell.

She needn’t have worried.

He made her cum with his mouth, briskly, efficiently. Then he whispered, “Close your eyes,” and went to work on her clit.

Fifi didn’t know how long he did her; she did remember laughing and sobbing and, eventually, begging him to stop. When she woke up, the pillows were still under her and Paulie had left for school.

Incredibly, when he walked in the door around four in the afternoon, he just smiled and said, “Get ready,” as he hopped into his shower.

This time when she woke up, it was to the smell of bacon frying in the kitchen. She wandered in to find Paulie with her apron on, fixing BLTs for dinner.

She said, “Thank you, kind sir,” but it came out in a throaty growl. She had screamed herself hoarse.

After dinner, she started to do the dishes, but he just shook his head, “Get yourself ready.”

He’d never done her twice in one day, let alone three times. She experienced her first spike of concern mixed in with her raw desire to have him take her ... take her there.

When she woke up, it was after eight in the morning. Paulie was long gone to school. She tasted cum in her mouth. Looked in the mirror and saw traces coating her lips. She smiled to herself; the little scamp must have woken up horny and mouth-fucked her while she was out.

She cleared her throat and tested her voice. Just a raw croak. She had screamed herself almost mute. Her vocal cords ached and stung at the same time. She spent a good part of the day, gargling with a minty mouthwash and sipping honey-laden tea.

Paulie didn’t come home that afternoon. In fact, he spent a week with Tee-Boy and Allie.

The Calendar Girl gatherings at Contrary Mary’s served a couple of purposes. A thank-you from Kate. And a chance for the team to get together, laugh and joke and reminisce. To bond even further.

But mainly, it was an opportunity for Kate to set the agenda.

“Okay, girls. Ray-Ray will be calling you to let you know when he’s stopping by your house for the next video round. Be showered, be ready, be naked, don’t waste his time.”

“Of course.”

“Sure.”

“No problem.”

“Now girls, Ray-Ray will treat each of the next videos as individual expressions of your own unique personality. He won’t know what he’ll have you doing until he gets there and visits with you.”

Nods all around.

“Again, don’t waste his time. When he tells you to do something, to pose a certain way, just do as you’re told.”

“You bet.”

“I will.”

“No problem.”

Kate’s only instruction to Ray-Ray had been, “Have some fun with them.”

Fifi knew better than to call around, asking for Paulie. He wouldn’t like that and she had to stay on his good side. Life without Paulie doing her ... well, she couldn’t...

Ray-Ray made his first call to Esmeralda Chastain. “Ez, will ten o’clock work for you?” It was the first time he hadn’t called her Mrs. Chastain. He had decided this on his own. He was going to be in her house, alone with her, telling her what to do. ‘Ez’ just felt right.

“He’ll be at work, so yeah. None of the kids are sick, so they’ll be at school. Yeah, ten is fine. Great. See you then.”

Ez was 38, married to a cop, Gerald. Kate had fixed it with Rémy so that Gerald would have desk duty; he wouldn’t be cruising around town. Nevertheless, Ray-Ray had his mother drop him off a couple of blocks away.

Gigi teased him, “You gonna fuck ole Ezzie, Ray-Ray?”

“Oh sure.”

Esmeralda Chastain was tall for a Cajun, around 5’ 8” barefoot. She opened the door, leaning her head around it, obviously hiding her nudity from the neighbors. “Come in, Ray-Ray, come in!”

“Thank you.”

He took his time, looking her up and down. Having photographed dozens of naked women, and having gotten to fuck a few of them, he was remarkably composed for his age. Still excited, but composed.

She stood there, smiling a little hesitantly under the scrutiny. He had seen her naked several times, but this — with just the two of them in a silent house — felt different. Felt more intimate.

Ez had thick black hair piled in a bun on top of her head. This, as she well knew, emphasized her long neck. She had dark Cajun coloring, wide shoulders, and a nipped-in waist. Small boobs about the size of lemons. Nipples were erect, Ray-Ray noticed. Long, slender legs with taut thighs and shapely calves. She smelled faintly of citrusy soap.

She cleared her throat, “I had Clarissa touch up my pussy. Just, you know, in case.”

“Turn around, Ez.” Establishing control.

She did a slow pivot and looked over her shoulder at him.

“Bend over.”

No hesitation. She lowered herself smoothly, grabbed her ankles and held the pose. He took a quick shot and a short video clip.

“Nice. Very nice. Now show me around.”

She gave him the whitest smile and said, “Sure, want some chicory? Or American?”

“Maybe later, thanks.”

Ray-Ray was an astute observer, astute for. a teenager. He’d been with a lot of women, some of them in stressful times, like when Kate was breaking in the Dirty Dozen. He sensed Ez was a little uncomfortable, a little tense.

“What’s wrong?”

“Huh? Oh, nothing, not really. It’s just Gerry, my husband — Gerald, he’s a cop? He’s working, but sometimes he ... uh, cruises around? Comes home when the kids are in school.” She gave him a tight smile, “I mean he keeps his radio on, but...” Shrug. “He gets horny ... and the kids ... I mean...”

“Ez, Rémy knows I’m here. He has your husband working on a desk. He won’t leave the station, not until I tell Rémy I’m gone.”

The woman visibly relaxed. Her face lost its slight frown, her body released whatever residual tension it had. She beamed at Ray-Ray, “God, you guys think of everything.”

“Well, it’s Kate, mostly. She really likes you Calendar Girls and wants everything to, you know, go smooth.”

Ez’s smile spread across her face. She plopped down on her corduroy sofa, leaned back, spread her arms over the back, and grinned at him, “That was my only worry.” She put her feet on the coffee table, moved her thighs apart, and giggled, “Now I’m ready; tell me what you want.”

Things were moving faster than Ray-Ray had anticipated, but he played along and went with the flow.

“I’ll tape you while you cum, Ez. I want to capture the expression on your face.”

There, ball in her court.

“Oh. Well. Do you ... I mean ... just like that?” Her face was crimson, spreading down her chest.

Ray-Ray considered looking at his watch, but chose a different tactic. “Look, if you’re uncomfortable ... we can reschedule.”

Ez looked into his eyes for several moments. But he sensed she wasn’t really seeing him — she was doing some sort of internal question and answer. An evaluation.

She spoke thoughtfully, “I have a good marriage. Decent kids.” Deep breath, “But I’ve had more fun with Kate than I’ve had in ages.”

Ray-Ray knew enough to stay quiet.

“Can I ask you a question, Ray-Ray Fontenot?”

“Yes. Sure.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No ma’am.”

“I thought not. Too much fucking composure around naked women. Another question — if I get myself off, will it go on the ... you know, video Calendar?”

“That’s up to Kate, Ez, but not if you do it in here. The Calendar will be all outdoors.”

“Oh, yeah, i forgot.”

She took her right hand and twirled one nipple, then the other. They were still erect. Ray-Ray started taping.

She moved her left foot up by her butt, leaving her right one on the table, “Is this okay?”

“Ez, do whatever makes you feel the sexiest.” He’d learned that from multiple sessions with various women.

She looked at him for several moments, still playing with her nipples. Then she gave a little shrug and brought her other foot up to her butt. She placed her left arm across her knees, and leaned her chin on it, looking directly into the camera. Her pussy was at the bottom of a perfect triangle — arm, two thighs, pussy.

She mused, “I’m pretty close already.” She spoke almost dreamily, “I been looking forward to this ... to being taped by myself, just me, ever since Kate told us.”

Ray-Ray sensed she wanted to talk some; didn’t quite want to just ... plunge in. “What do you like about being a Calendar Girl?”

“I love the ... the other girls, being part of ... we’re all, you know ... I love being one of the Naughty Nudes.” She was looking into the camera, “That afternoon at Contrary Mary’s? I loved all those people looking at me. I felt so sexy and horny.”

She reached down and began stroking her pussy, “Made me want to do this.” She licked her lips, “In front of all them men and women and kids, in front of everyone.”

Ez was now finger-fucking herself, her eyes slightly glazed over. Her breathing slowed down and became a little raspy. Ray-Ray was pretty sure she was on the brink, but was drawing it out, enjoying the tingle.

Then, her middle finger seemed to spin faster in a tiny circle, her cheeks colored, she threw her head back against the couch, and a “YESSSS!” whistled out of her lips.

She let out a sigh and let her legs slide down, resting on the coffee table again. She opened her eyes and smiled lazily, still stroking herself lightly, “I can cum again, Mr. Fontenot, if that’s what you want.”

Ray-Ray, somehow sensing he should retain control of the process, said, “Let’s see what you looked like.” He sat beside her on the sofa, and scrolled to the point where she was on the edge.

Ez leaned forward, fascinated. She watched herself cumming three times as Ray-Ray reran the scene. She grinned widely, “Jesus. Who wouldn’t want to fuck me?”

“You are magnificent, Ez. Now show me the rest of your house.”

She tapped his bulge with her fingertip, “Mr. Fontenot, you are one brown-eyed handsome boy. Would you like me ... I mean I could ... the mood I’m in...”

Ray-Ray looked directly into her dark eyes, “Ez, I do want to fuck you, more than you know. But I have to wait until after the Calendar comes out.”

Ez nodded to herself, “Kate.” She looked shrewdly at him, “Could you arrange it with the Chief so you know, Gerry couldn’t come home?”

“Yes.”

She held out her hand to shake, “Deal.”

As she led him through a typical Sausalito three-bedroom, ranch-style house, she was obviously relaxed, pleased with herself. By cumming on camera so easily, so fetchingly, she felt she’d passed some sort of critical test.

While they moved from room to room, she absently toyed with her nipples and touched her pussy once in a while, content with how the morning was going.

In the kitchen, sipping Chicory, she smiled, “Anything else, Mr. Fontenot?”

He nodded toward her sunny backyard, “I want you to cum some more outside.”

Ez’s reaction was procedural; she’d already offered to fuck the 15-year-old boy; she wasn’t about to object to any poses he wanted her to do now. She stood and placed a call, listened to the answering machine. She nodded to herself, “Old Mrs. Crenshaw is still up in Jackson with her niece. She’s the only one can see me.”

Ray-Ray nodded.

She looked out the window, thinking. “I’ll need a blanket.”

“And pillows. Prop yourself up so I can see your sexy face.”

“Of course, of course.” She bustled around, suddenly in a hurry.

Outside, Ray-Ray helped her with the blanket and pillows; then she hesitated, “I usually do it lying on my tummy.” She held up a palm, “I know you need to see my face when I cum, but could I do it my way regular first?”

“Of course.”

He taped the now-eager woman as she did herself lying face down. It didn’t take long — she was already excited and hungry to see more of herself in action.

After a couple of minutes, she moaned and thrust her hips down, her buttocks quivering for a moment. Then she sighed and rolled over to face the camera. She had brought out six pillows, so when they finished arranging things, she was half lying down, half sitting up.

She squinted up into the sun and brought her heels back to her butt, “How’s this?”

“Perfect. But Ez?”

She was already fingering herself, “Yeah?”

“When you cum, don’t stop.”

“Yes sir!”

Ray-Ray knew she was truly into it when she stopped smiling, stopped being aware of the camera. She was sweating profusely as her pace quickened and her eyes softened. She was an obviously randy woman, turned on even more by the erotic situation.

Esmeralda Chastain had been Ray-Ray’s first home visit, and she turned out to be pretty typical of the Calendar Girls. The Naughty Nudes. Some were slower to get into the mood. Some were shyer, blushing deeply when he told them to cum on camera.

They were unlike the Dirty Dozen, who had been so desperate to please Kate, they had been falling all over themselves to do as they were told. Ray-Ray wasn’t sure why, but he preferred the more sedate Calendar Girls.

Of course after his visit to the Chastain house, word had spread like wildfire, so the other girls knew what to expect. Some practiced getting themselves off in front of a mirror; others didn’t bother.

No other women offered him pussy, but two suggested a blowjob. He asked both of them to wait until after the Calendar was published. Sissy Bardot had seemed more sympathetic than really interested in sucking him off. Margot Moreau had seemed rather rueful, “Charlie don’t let me blow him anymore. All he wants these days is to butt-fuck me.”